From: Saint84_98@yahoo.com (Saint84_98@yahoo.com)
Subject: [PW!] To Sleep, Perchance to Dream....
Taron sat on the shore of Vermillion City, the sun was setting.
Procyon was at the Pokemon Center, Suik was off in the field east of the
city. That was fine with Taron, he needed to be alone. He reached into
the backpack that was next to him, and pulled out a long hollow
instrument. For all intents and purposes it was a Pokeflute, but without
that carved pokeball at the end.
He put it to his lips, paused for a moment, then blew. The note
was a bit flat so he changed his breathing a bit, then the note was
perfect. He smiled for a moment then continued playing. The song itself
was slow, almost haunting. It reflected Taron's mood perfectly. The
notes mingled with the sound of the waves crashing against the beach.
Normally, it would have left Taron with a feeling of peace and serenity.
Playing it usually did. Not today though.
The dream was on his mind.
The dream had been happening more frequently now. Every night
in fact. It was always the same. At first it was dark, then suddenly a
spolight would cut through the darkness. At first it would just be a
beam of light, then suddenly a figure would step out of the shadows.
This next part is what disturbs Taron the most, it was a Haunter. The
fact that it was a Haunter wasn't what shocked him. One, he could see
the Haunter and Two, the fact that he recognized it as a Haunter, as he
was born blind and had never seen a Haunter, or anything for that
Lightning flashed and the Haunter smiled. "Welcome Taron" it
said, though it's mouth never moved.
"Who are you? What am I doing here?" Taron said. The Haunter
shrugged. It continued to smile, like one who has a secret and refuses
to tell other people, just to torment them.
"I am called Nova, as to why you are here..." He cackled. "One
day you may know. But I will not be the one to tell you." At that moment
The spotlight would disappear and normal lighting come up. Taron gasped.
Next to Nova were two cages one on each side. In the cage to the left,
was a sandshrew Taron recognised as Tumbleweed, and in the right was a
Likitung named Cammy.
"What is this? Let them go." Taron rushed forward but was
immediatly jerked back. he fell to the ground. He looked at his wrists
around each of them was a cuff, with a foot of chain attached to them.
That was it, just a foot of chain, it wasn't even tied down to anything
but it still held him back.
Taron looked up again. This time, sitting in front of The
Haunter were six globes, red on the top white on the bottom, they were
roughly five and a half feet each in circumferance.
They were made of a clear glass, (the top being colored red glass)
Inside each was a shadowed shape. A spotlight shined on the first three
one at a time. inside them was a Tauros, a Butterfree, and a Spearow,
respectivly. Then the process repeated again with the other three.
Inside of these were a Wartortle, A Machop, and a Venonat. Taron nodded.
"Oh of course." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "My
four current pokemon, meet my four old pokemon. My past meets my
Nova cackled again. "Good, I'm glad you picked up on it so fast,
little human." Another cackle, "But look again..." Taron did as he was
told. There was a seventh pokeball. "So, who's in this one? I never had
more than these eight pokemon..." Another cackle. "You misunderstand, my
friend. This last pokeball..... is for you!" Without warning the ball
cracked open. and Taron was sucked in with the force of a tornado. Then,
everything went black again.
When Taron opened his eyes he groaned. "Oh man not this." He was
back at the Tech, in his Statistics Interpretation class. Professor
Reynold's was teaching again. Only... it wasn't him. Instead, there was
a fourteen year old kid, with brown hair, and brown eyes, he wore a
standard white lab coat over his T-Shirt and Jeans. His mind supplied
him with the name, Procyon. The kid next to him coughed, Taron turned
to look. The kid had long spikey balck hair, and a black long-sleeved
Up ahead, sat a guy with dyed green hair who wore a black jean
jacket. He yawned, stretching it out to attract the most attention to
himself. There was also a girl, blonde tall, basically most guys dream
girl. The kid had his arm aound her. Justice. That was the kid's name.
The kid who used to bully him at the tech. He was six years older than
when Taron had last "seen" him. The girl he didn't recognise though.
Proffessor Procyon looked annoyed then continued with his lecture. Taron
felt his eyes droop, he had always fallen asleep in this class. He fell
forward. his eyes closed.
Taron suddenly found himself outside of his old house, he peaked
through the window, he saw his father and his mother inside. His mother
was holding a baby in each arm. He leaned against the window, and fell
through the wall. He fell onto his stomach inside of his house. His
parents, were talking.
"What are we going to do Cindy?" His father asked hi mother. "I
don't know Dave. I mean, there's two of them."
Dave? Taron wondered.
"Look we can't let your husband find out about me, he'll kill
"Look, does he know you had twins, Cindy?" His mother laughed.
"Yeah, right he barely knew I was pregnant, he's always so drunk."
That sounds more like the dad I knew. Taron thought.
It all went black for a moment, and when he awoke he was on the
strip of highway. Police and ambulence lights were flashing. Off to the
side, was a crumpled car, halfway into the tree.
Oh god no.
He saw his mom, kneeling next to a body, of Dave, his real
father. Taron judged that maybe he had been thrown from the car. Taron
leaned forward. He was breathing shallowly. He was still alive. He was
put onto a stretcher and put into an ambulence.
A few days later his real parents were sitting in a hospital
room. His father was sitting up, almost fully recovered. "I've been
thinking...." His mother began. "I think we should each take one of the
twins, then go our separate ways.
"No Dave, look, this is too much. You take Vashra, and I'll take
Taron. He'll need his mother more, because of his disability."
Dave nodded, "Okay, fine but two things. One: he can never know
about me. and two: Keep him safe from Jim." His mother nodded.
Suddenly Nova appeared floating next to him, Taron turned to
look at him. "Why are you showing me this? Why are you torturing me?"
The Haunter cackled. "Oh, tis a simple answer friend." He paused
dramatically. "To drive you mad."
"What?" Taron hadn't really known what to expect as an answer
to his question. But it sure wasn't it that. "Why, would you do that?"
"In Cerulean, when you were wondering how to beat Misty, you
began to think about your childhood, specifically the most painful
parts. I was in the forest and sensed these thoughts. I was intrigued,
so I entered your mind. I thought it would be fun to see how long it
took for these dreams to drive you completly insane...."
"You're not serious, after all this is nothing but a dream."
Taron said refusing to beleive it.
"Oh of course, this is a dream. But I am glorious reality." His
permanent grin widened. "And right now, I am looking for more painful
memories, to use on you. I'm in your mind... right... now." Taron
awoke with a start, to find him staring at the Vermillion City Skyline,
the moon was out, and the stars shone brightly.
"It was just a dream, it was all just a dream...."
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